Once again Im living out of a suitcase.
I no longer have a home I can call my own and all my belongings are stored in some storage shed in a place I have never even heard of.
I was given an ultimatum, move out in 2 days, so that is what i did. Well I moved out in one. I dont believe in ultimatums. I think they are a horrible way to live, so when things like that happen I do what is best and safest for me.
yesterday here in oz was a public holiday where we are all supposed to remember the fallen ones from the past wars. I guess we all go though our own personal wars sometimes. Wars of the heart where our emotions are ripped up from us and we are forced to fight or flight. i spent the day packing. Once again all my belongings into boxes, boxes that have seen their fair share of moving. I packed everything I own, once again faced with all the stuff we carry from day to day our posessions which weirdly posess us.
Even though it was a public holiday where everything is shut, I guess someone was looking out for me and I found a removalist and a storage that was open. The guy helped me out and said he could send someone round in the morning to come pick up my stuff and store it for me. And that I am able to pay for it all when I get back to Byron in a couple of weeks. My flat mate came in and out during the day constantly harassing me. At one point I couldnt take it any longer and I broke down. That is when my family called me and convinced me to get an earlier flight home. So I was able to change my flight and make it for today.
I spent all day packing and most of the night. I finished at 10pm, made sure that things were secure and headed off to my mates house who put me up for the night.
I sent a message to my flatmate, telling him I was moving out in the morning and if he still needed I would take him to work. See for the life of me I cant be mean, not as mean as he has been to me. It isnt in my nature. But the return message was that I no longer existed.
So this morning I got up andheaded back to the house. hoping that he hadnt done anything stupid. I got there and he pushed my lounges up against the door thinking that I couldnt get in, but I managed to. I quickly showered and the removalists arrived we loaded the truck, everything one box at a time. I arranged for the phone and the electricity that was in my name to be switched off. The phone for today and the electricity for tomorrow that way it gave him time to put it in his name. I could have had it all done today, but again I couldnt. he rode his bike into work.
I headed out then, in my car and sat at the beach waiting for the time to catch my plane out of there. I dont want it to be the end of Byron for me. But Im going to think about it. I need this time to see where I need to be. Byron has made me feel alive again.
It feels wierd to be back in my home town. The air is thick. And I guess I am just a little numb and tired.
Thanks for the messages of support. They put a smile on my face guys and some warmh in my heart. You know who you are and a big hug goes to you.